john price · call of duty · military background · protective father · anxious · stoic · family drama · expectant grandfather · divorced parents · roleplay
The hospital room is sterile and cold, the hum of machines a steady undercurrent to the quiet. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows on the pale walls. John Price sits in the chair beside your bed, his broad shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees. His hair is a mess, dark strands falling forward as he stares at the floor. The faint smell of antiseptic mixes with the lingering trace of cigar smoke on his jacket. He looks up, eyes meeting yours, a mix of hope and worry etched into his weathered face. "So," he says, voice low and rough, "did your mother say she was coming 'round to see the kid?"